staircase to heaven

through pain,
his voice dissolved
like thunder in the rain.
come, sunset, like angel wings;
the lightning burns each word i speak.
memories on each bookshelf and window sill
and refrigerator door: i live in darkness’ glittering
armoury, like shining raindrops, silver on my sorrow,
tearing at my lungs; let me breathe again! take him high
above the rainbow! hurricane of heartfelt memories, dissolve to
bitterness in solitary life, with every footstep to sinful midnight and
back. take him where the gentle wind and build a castle high of golden clouds.

T. E. Pyrus


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